Part 2
Wen Rong: “Huh?”
“Never mind.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t want a beer bottle. Put an apple on the bottle for me. I’ll shoot the apple.”
In the distance, Lin Jinghang was as happy as a kindergartner, completely oblivious to the nuances between adult men.
“Can you do it, Young Master Lin?” Someone, three rounds deep into their drinks, couldn’t help teasing.
“I was shooting zombies with a gun before you were even born!”
“Hahahahaha.” The crowd roared with laughter. “Let us witness how amazing Young Master Lin is at shooting zombies.”
They all thought Lin Jinghang was talking about video games; only Wen Rong knew Lin Jinghang was speaking the truth.
He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Wen Rong felt that life in the apocalypse had left a deep impression on Lin Jinghang, far more important than the “finding someone” he talked about.
BANG.
The pigeons took flight again. Wen Rong was lost in thought. By the time the surroundings fell silent again, and the apple atop the beer bottle was blown off by the wind, he realized Lin Jinghang had missed.
It was somewhat unexpected.
Wen Rong hadn’t experienced the apocalypse, but when scrolling through BlueBook, he saw that in apocalypse movies, everyone shot zombies with guns, and it seemed no one had bad aim.
Maybe aiming really is difficult.
Thinking this, Wen Rong suddenly felt a tremor of fear in his chest.
On that airport jet bridge… just how skilled was the person who could shoot inside from so far away?
“Mistake, mistake. I’m not used to handguns.”
Silence reigned.
It was probably a result no one expected. Even the girls taking photos hurriedly put away their phones.
Lin Jinghang looked embarrassed and picked up the gun to shoot again.
“Enough.”
Wang Sichen’s voice cut in. The crowd split open once again, and Wen Rong only saw the secretary’s back.
“Uncle, I can do it.”
“Old Ding’s gun is modified. If you want to play with normal guns, I’ll take you to the shooting range later.”
“Your hand has fallen onto my mouth.”
A sudden voice snapped Wen Rong back to reality, and he quickly raised his hand again.
“Put it down, I’m fine now.”
“Okay, okay.” Wen Rong followed the advice and retracted his hand.
“Are you thinking about the meaning behind Wang Sichen’s words?”
“What?”
Zhou Xie lowered his voice. “Wang Sichen’s words gave Lin Jinghang a way out for missing just now, letting everyone know it wasn’t that Lin Jinghang’s aim was bad, but that there was a problem with the gun. Of course, the main reason for stopping him is that Lin Jinghang is a pure novice. If he hit someone, it would be hard to handle.”
Oh—
Wen Rong sighed deeply in his heart. So there’s so much learning in these words.
Although he hadn’t been thinking about that just now, his attention was now completely captured by this “art of speech.”
“It’s a bit strange. He was especially confident when taking the gun from the bodyguard, as if he really knew how to use it.”
Zhou Xie stared intently into the distance. “And if a normal person didn’t know how to use it, there’s no need to say they do in front of so many people, and demonstrate so enthusiastically. He’s not a sketch comedian.”
“Mhm mhm.”
Wen Rong felt a deep respect and looked in that direction too, practicing the same observational skills as Zhou Xie.
“But it’s also possible Lin Jinghang is just being stupid. People like him who turn their lives around overnight do like to attract attention.”
“Maybe it’s both factors.”
“No need to focus on him. I discovered something else.”
“Wang Sichen’s secretary said Wang Sichen wanted to see you, but you’ve been here so long and he hasn’t looked for you. I thought it was a bit weird just now, but now I think you can continue to wait patiently.”
“Because Wang Sichen glances at you from time to time, which means he’s getting impatient.”
Wen Rong looked and indeed saw Wang Sichen glancing his way very subtly.
“What happens if I keep not going over?”
“His secretary will come over.”
Just as Zhou Xie predicted, after Lin Jinghang gave up the gun, Wang Sichen’s secretary walked over.
Most people’s attention was on Wang Sichen and Lin Jinghang; no one noticed the secretary’s movement.
“Long time no see, Student Wen,” the secretary spoke.
Wen Rong stood up and nodded. “Hello.”
“The Senator wants to have a private chat with you. Is that okay?”
Zhou Xie nodded, so Wen Rong agreed and followed the secretary to the second floor of the villa.
When Shi Ye lived here, he had visited a few times. He remembered it being spacious and bright, but now it was filled with sofas and coffee tables. Even with the windows open, the lingering smell of smoke, alcohol, and perfume on the sofas wouldn’t disperse.
Wen Rong couldn’t help coughing.
“Apologies, haven’t had time to clean yet.”
Wen Rong waved his hand and got straight to the point. “May I ask what business Senator Wang has with me?”
The secretary smiled politely. “I don’t know what the leader wants to say to you either. Why don’t you wait for him here.”
Wen Rong was placed in a room next to the stairs. The forty-square-meter room had only a white sofa. The air was fresh, and the sunlight was bright—completely out of place with the outside.
From this position, he couldn’t see the lawn. In the distance was the tennis court. The Tennis Club members lined up in a long queue, flashing past on the track. The person leading them was very tall, looking like Shi Ye.
Wen Rong pressed his forehead against the glass and thought for a moment.
Wang Sichen definitely knew what had happened recently. Finding him was likely to coerce or bribe him into not opposing Lin Jinghang anymore.
Click.
The door opened.
Wen Rong looked back and first saw Lin Jinghang’s reluctant face.
This dazed encounter reminded him of the scene when they first met on the train.
Back then, Lin Jinghang wasn’t acting like this rich young master, and their relationship hadn’t deteriorated to the point where they couldn’t stand the sight of each other.
Following behind Lin Jinghang was Wang Sichen.
Wen Rong greeted him politely. Wang Sichen waved his hand to signal him to sit and had the butler pour tea.
A kettle boiled on the coffee table. The butler put in some tea leaves, poured water over them once, discarded it, and then poured hot water into a fresh cup.
This was something Wen Rong hadn’t seen before. Privately, he thought it was a bit cumbersome and unnecessary.
However, out of politeness, he thanked the butler and silently held the cup in his hands.
“Alright, you can leave,” Wang Sichen ordered the butler.
The butler bowed slightly and quietly exited the room.
“Did Wen Rong see Jinghang shooting the gun just now?”
The moment Wang Sichen asked, Lin Jinghang immediately looked at Wen Rong, his expression holding a hint of nervousness.
“I saw it,” Wen Rong answered honestly.
“What did you think?”
“Very dangerous. Guns aren’t toys, and the school isn’t a professional shooting range. With so many people present, one shouldn’t play with guns casually.”
“Was the aim accurate?”
“Not accurate.” Without hesitation.
Wang Sichen laughed and looked at Lin Jinghang. “See? Even in front of me, he doesn’t speak falsely.”
Wen Rong drank his tea silently.
Lin Jinghang’s expression was ugly as death, as if he had “lost.”
“Outside just now, who told you the truth?”
Lin Jinghang found it even harder to endure, clenching his hands into tight fists.
“Alright.” Wang Sichen patted his knee to comfort him, continuing, “As a leader, you need an outspoken assistant like Wen Rong. In the future, if you want to do something, ask him, and you’ll know whether it should be done or not.”
While Wen Rong was still learning to analyze the meaning behind words like Zhou Xie, Wang Sichen took out a new cup, put in tea leaves, washed them once, poured a full cup again, and placed it in front of Wen Rong.
“Wen Rong, that cup of yours is cold. Drink this one I poured for you.”
The cup in his hand was actually at the perfect warm temperature for drinking.
Wen Rong frowned slightly, faintly feeling that Wang Sichen’s action carried a deeper meaning.
Lin Jinghang voiced his sixth sense for him. “Wen Rong, the position of Student Council Vice President is empty. Do you want it?”
So, Wang Sichen was here to bribe him.
“Wen Rong, you are someone who does practical work. Uncle has always appreciated you. However, the Floriman Academy Student Council President has to liaise with the government while managing the school; there are too many things, and you can’t handle it alone. So I want to discuss with you: let Jinghang worry about dealing with the leaders, and you manage the school properly. Whatever opinions you have, he will help you get them done.”
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